"Looking at the stars, I realize, everyone must die. It's just the matter of dying early or late, right?"
Jian Yufei leaned on his shoulder, too lazy to do anything.
"Hmm, right."
"It's not sad that people die, the sad thing is that those who are alive remain trapped in grief, unable to escape the shadow of death, and thus lose many days of happiness. Do you agree?"
Jian Yufei stared at him with confusion.
"What's up with you today? You're acting strange, did something happen?"
Ruan Tianling chuckled, "Nothing much, just a good subordinate passed away."
"Oh? Who?" Jian Yufei lifted her head.
"You don't know him. He left behind a child, a girl. The child is very sad, we don't know how to comfort her."
Feeling somewhat troubled, Jian Yufei said, "Bring that child over tomorrow, I'll take care of her. By the way, how did her father die?"
"He died of illness."
Jian Yufei breathed a sigh of relief.
She was worried he was killed during a mission.
